Is that the metropolitan equivalent of forgetting where you parked your car on the big box lot in the mall?

The other one I’ve been pretty good at is being delighted to find the last parking spot close to work in the morning, then walking to the far lot at the end of the day before remembering my earlier luck. All that saved me from frequently repeated embarrassment as I’d trudge back to the near lot was the kind people, leaving work just behind me, who would smile and give me knowing looks as they conceded: “I hate it when I do that.”